Crooked Creek ,Caledonia Mountain, NB |
It gave me the idea to write a song about a man who experiences contact with the spiritual realm in what he perceives to be a hallowed area in a clearing on a mountain. Of course, considering the nature of the songs I was writing for this record, there was bound to be a tragic or sinister element to the song.
What I find fascinating is how songs come to you. The subject of thin places came up naturally in conversation and ignited the idea for a song. Was the idea so compelling that I had to write about it? Was it simply the fact that I was looking for ideas that fit in with the dark theme I was already pursuing? Regardless, this is the song that came of that conversation on a Winter afternoon driving to a cabin on Caledonia Mountain.
A Thin Place
There's a thin place he goes from time to time,
To be with those who’ve passed on,
That still place between dusk and darkness,
To Caledonia to speak to those who've gone
The first time they spoke was on that lonely mountain,
It shook him down to the bone,
Those consoling voices have grown strange,
Now he shivers with the memories all alone
Chorus:
The thin place he goes between the dark and the dawn,
Where once sacred words became this profane verse
The secrets of the dead are his alone to bear,
An angel's loving grace or a devil's wretched curse
They swirl and descend upon him
Silken and lithe in their flight
Sounds that once soothed became wicked
Spur him to a dizzying height
Higher and higher he ascends
To the tops of the towering pines
Voices draw him over the mountainside
To a death both infernal and sublime